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Phobia When they ask her what exactly she is afraid of, she knows it does not have a name. It cannot be labeled, or catalogued or studied or enclosed within the sharp, exacting edges of one word. When they ask … Continue reading

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a sense of snow

.. we didn’t know it was the last kiss, just that the sky was turning to slate and steel, churning in its own darkening skin.   ..

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